Shabby and dirty place. I ate with leftover spaghe...

Shabby and dirty place. I ate with leftover spaghetti under the chair. The vegetable buffet was basically made of pickles and touching my olive oil bottle I clung to my hands. The seafood risotto was overcooked and the trio of fish tasted like cardboard. The plastic flowers on the table did the rest. I was tempted to call the ASL. P.S. this was the second attempt made two years after the first traumatic experience. So it's not a case.